An interesting day

What an interesting day.  Work was busy as all get out.  That's good, since the day flies by when you're busy.  I had to lose some overtime (before the fact, since Friday is statement day....5:30am start...shudder) so I left at 4 this afternoon. 

On Memorial Day weekend, Kevin and I were moving, and we won a contest on the local classic rock station.  I was told I could pick up our prize (dinner for two at On The Border) any time within 30 days.  The problem is, that station is located on the Kansas side.  I get lost the second I cross State Line Avenue.  OK, today I have from 4-5:30 to find the joint, so I head out.

It's on Metcalf, sort of, so I went the only way I knew to get there, and as I'm driving North on Metcalf, and north and north and north, I wonder, "Why does this look so familiar?  I never come into Kansas.  This looks SO familiar.  Then, I look to the right and see the place that Mom and I met some J-land friends.  ROFL!  OK, now I know why it looks so familiar, but I must keep driving North.

I finally found the place (totally unmarked, but for the sattelite dishes on the roof) after many times circling the area.  Up the elevator I went and got my prize.  $30, not bad for On The Border.  We can even have a couple of drinks!  Then I head home.  As far North as I had gone, I figured I'd head North some more, and get home quicker...I was right.  It was no time before I was on the interstate, heading East for home.  That's enough Kansas for this year, thankyouverymuch.

I got home, cleaned the aquarium, went with Kevin to get the mail, then called the girls.  While I was talking to Monica, I went out to the deck to smoke a cigarette.  While talking, I gazed over at my van to see something in my grill.  Hmm, what could that be?  I walked closer, and almost puked.  There was a bright orange bird, or most of one, stuck in the grill of my van!

I finished the conversation as well as I could, and came inside.  "Ummm, Honey?  How much do you love me?  I mean, really, would you do ANYTHING for me?"  He knew that was a loaded question, so I 'fessed up.  "Please please please dig the dead bird out of my grill?"  He did it (it had been a male cardinal, one of my favorite birds), but with much role-playing, telling me what was probably going through the bird's mind as I "smashed into him, driving too fast."  OK honey, thanks and stuff.

After that excitement ended, he helped me clean house a bit, to prepare for this weekend's company.  What a good man.  I hope tomorrow is not nearly as exciting in many ways.  Oh, and FOUR DAYS UNTIL THE GIRLS COME HOME!